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txttletale · 7 months

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youve mentioned offhand ur issues with thirsty sword lesbians, have u talked at length abt this somewhere before and if not do u want to? i want to hear ur thoughts hehe

now before i get into this i want to clarify: i like thirsty sword lesbians, overall! i think it takes some of the best stuff from monster hearts and refines it -- i think it does great and exciting things with pbta playbooks -- i think anyone making a pbta game should check it out because it's full of valuable ideas -- and i've had a lot of fun playing it!

however, i think it's just as flawed as it is brilliant. there's a few different flaws but the biggest one for me is a catastrophic clash between two things the game is trying to be. one on hand, it wants to be a catradora rpg. there's no shame in that, i love games that wear their influences on their sleeves--TSL¹ wants to be a game about kissing your rival after you've both been disarmed, about having a fraught and complicated relationship with your girl best friend who abandoned you to serve the dark lord, about having homoerotic sword duels where your blades lock and you stare into each other's eyes for just one second too long before one of you kicks the other in the chest. i think that's an admirable goal for an RPG and one that TSL hits a lot of the notes of--the fact that the move to "Figure Someone Out" has special questions you can only ask someone when you're duelling them is incredible design. the Strings system, adapted from Monsterhearts, the ability to fluster your enemies when you use the Entice move, the constant focus on what characters desire and how their actions conflict with those desires--so much of the game is working towards that!

unfortunately, the game also wants to be about queer resistance to homophobia and capitalist/imperialist hegemony. this is clear in its sample settings, with their eyerollingly on-the-nose conflicts like defending 'queertopia' and fighting the evil sorceress 'repressia'. but much more importantly, it's clear in the game. several of the playbooks are defined by their relationship to sexual hegemony--the beast is about someone who is othered and monsterised for expressing their existence and the seeker is about someone sheltered and prejudiced moving past that and discovering themselvs and others. like, it's not subtle--

and to be clear, there's nothing wrong with that, either. just as i like a lot of TSL's swashbuckling girl-romancing flirting-at-swordpoint mechanics, i really appreciated how (although the game's outlook on what these forces are is predicably liberal and its tonal approach to these things is one that i personally find teeth-grindingly insufferable) these things are actually integrated into its mechanics. playbooks like the beast and the seeker (and the rest!) imply something about the world the game is set in and its sexual politics. this game is meaningfully queer in the way something like dream askew is, in that its mechanics ask you to actually explore your character's queerness specifically. this is good, and it's something that elevates it above about 90% of ttrpg stuff that sells itself as queer.

so if both these things are good, what's the problem? well, it's that they're two great (or at least--interesting) tastes that go fucking horribly together. the fundamental problem that i have with TSL and one that i think takes a lot of work to get around in your own campaigns is that it simultaneously wants you to be fighting (on the individual level) a lot of antiheroic ultimately sympathetic hot girls you can flirt with and kiss--a lot of 'i can fix her's or 'she can make me worse's--and on the broader narrative wants you to be fighting institutional queerphobia (and often, although this is nowhere near as actually supported by mechanics, a more generalized 'imperialism' or 'capitalism' or 'bigotry'). so you end up fighting 'those stupid sexy homophobes'--people who are according to the text (not just 'lore', but the rules text, the mechanics you're playing with!) simultaneously the violent enforcers of cisheteropatriarchy and a bunch of fuckable lesbians with sympathetic backstories.

& i just think those things are fundamentally at odds. the result is a game that if you try and play it at face value works at cross purposes with itself, attempting to do two perfectly valid things without considering what happens when the streams cross.

it also has a few other flaws--like many other PBTA games, its balance falls apart if you play any long campaign (my group and i had to figure out special alternative level-up rewards!) but it comes with no inbuilt way to neatly conclude a campaign or character. its tone is something that, as i often mention, i absolutely cannot fucking stand--it has a certain sense of humour that feels profoundly dated to me and was never my cup of tea when it was in vogue. this is something i try not to hold against the game bc it is very much a personal taste-level 'cringe' reaction but the game lays it on pretty fucking thick.

more to its detriment, it is profoundly, gratingly liberal in the exact way people who deploy that tone usually are. its understanding of anything outside queerphobia specifically is just a purely aesthetic & thoughtless 'imperialism is bad!'. it manages a more nuanced understanding of homophobia, but it only manages it on the individual level--for a game about queerness and about fighting systems of cisheteronormativity, it has no systemic or material understanding of these systems and no interest in establishing one.

and finally--and this is just one paragraph but it's so fucking awful i feel the need to complain about it here because i think about it often as an example of something i never want to write:

this sucks! real bad! so deeply fucking silly to reassure people in your game that you called Thirsty Sword Lesbians that it's okay if you want to be cishet. like, it would be one thing to make a game where you can neatly extract the lesbianism and have the same game, a surface-level aesthetically queer game with no actual interest in queerness except as a marketing term. it would fucking suck but this paragraph would at least describe such a game. but TSL isn't that!!! . 'thirsty sword cishets' would be a very different and much worse game! awful and self-defeating paragraph. deeply silly concern to address and give airtime to. i didn't buy a game called 'thirsty sword lesbians' to be told 'its okay to be heterosexual i pwommy'

so yea just to reiterate: i like the game overall, i think there's a lot of good valuable stuff in there designwise despite all this. but i'm very ambivalent about it--ironically, i feel a love-hate relationship with this game about love-hate relationships. i admire it and yet i despise it! i long to put it at the tip of my sword and slowly tilt its cover up so that the pages look up at me coquettishly but with burning anger in their page numbers. if this book was a person id hatefuck it, is the joke, thats the joke im making, here, in this post. thanks

¹ i call it TSL whenever i can because the name 'Thirsty Sword Lesbians' makes me cringe out of my fucking skin. genuinely horrible name. i'm sure it's funny the first time you hear it, i got a mild chuckle the first time i heard it to, but it's such an obnoxious thing ot have to say repeatedly when seriously discussing it. should have stayed a placeholder name amiguitas

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leoncillo · 10 months

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Oh god I thought my brain wanted a break. But I guess not? I just blacked out and this was in my notes when I came to idk y'all 🤷🏽‍♀️

SFW, GN reader (although I use "pretty"?), Black reader, Zohakuten best wingman

You notice the boys have been a bit listless so you decide to take them out. But individually. It must be tiring always being part of a group, right?

Sekido

Sekido jumps and nearly screams when the first thing he sees as he opens his eyes from his day time sleeping, is you straddling him, inches from his face.

"What the hell?! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?!"

"Is that even possible?" you ask, pondering with your finger on your chin.

"What do you want, you nuisance?!"

"Get up! We're going on a date."

"Do you know how long it'll take those idiots to get ready? Why didn't you let me plan this ahead of time?" he grumbled.

"Oh they're not going. It'll be just me and you tonight" you said booping him on the nose.

His face heats up and his cheeks start to match his eyes.

"Hehe are you blus-ahh" you yelp as he grows flips you off of his legs.

"How rude!"

"Just...just go get ready yourself! We'll meet at the door in 20 minutes" he said as he marched off to the shower.

20 minutes later

You could feel all eyes on you as you walked down the stairs. You settled on dark distressed flared jeans and a modest white blouse with a cutout window with a black and white cross body bag and white tennis shoes. You decided to keep your makeup natural and to put your hair in a low ponytail to hang over your shoulder.

"You look so pretty!" shouted Urogi.

"You look lovely, dear" said Aizetsu softly.

"I might have to be jealous of Sekido for once" Karaku said, snickering.

You reached the bottom only to realize Sekido and Zohakuten were both missing.

"Wait where is he-"

"I heard that you green eyed son of a bitch!" said Sekido as you all heard him approaching the top of the stairs, only to get smacked upside the head by Zohakuten.

"Watch the language, goddamnit. You're going on a date!"

There was complete silence.

Everyone's jaw was on the floor as Sekido descended the stairs.

His hair was neatly combed and shiny, with a few strands out to frame his face. He wore a burgundy long sleeved turtleneck paired with some crisp black slacks and black loafers. A gold chain adorned his chest, a gold watch held his wrist, and a gold belt buckle around the front of his waist. Was he wearing earrings?!

"No way! I can't believe it! Hahaha" said Karaku, nearly falling off the couch.

"You look good, Sekido!" shouted Urogi.

"You clean up nice" said Aizetsu.

"All thanks to me. You're welcome, y/n" said Zohakuten.

"Y/n?"

You didn't realize you were still speechless until his well defined chest was right in front of you.

"Right. Y-You look amazing, Sekido" you said as you looked away from each other, both a blushing mess.

"Shall we go?" said Sekido as he held out his hand.

As you two walked to the car, you remembered that this was your idea, that you're in control, and mentally got your game face ready. You snatched the car keys out of his hand and motioned him to the passenger side.

"Aht aht. I'm driving. You don't even know where I planned to take you anyway."

Sekido grit his teeth, but nodded and listened. You knew he didn't like NOT being in control, so you kissed him on the cheek for playing along.

"Jesus can we just go?!" he said flustered.

After about 20 minutes of driving, you pulled up to a nondescript warehouse building on a side of town neither of you have been to before.

Even for a demon, Sekido felt a little weirded out as he looked at the building from top to bottom. "Are you gonna try to kill me or something?"

"What?! Nooo, silly. You'll see. Let's go!" you said grabbing his arm and leading him inside.

Inside there were several made up stations and soundproof rooms. A bored looking college student sat at the registration booth and looked up lazily at the two of you. "How long?"

You hummed to yourself in thought. "Two hours, please."

Sekido quickly glanced at you, still extremely confused. Was this some kinda love hotel or something? The thought made him start blushing again.

"Right this way."

The college student let you inside one of the rooms and pointed at the long aprons and face shields for you, before leaving you to it.

While you were suiting up, Sekido looked around the room at the mannequins and ceramic dishware and vases and the line of baseball bats hung on the wall.

"Y/n, what the hell is this?" he turned to ask only to see you launch a glass bowl at the wall. "What in god's name are you doing?!"

"It's called a rage room, honey" you said trying to pry the next bowl from his hands, "smashing stuff is the point!"

"I'm not completely following? Humans these days are so weird!"

You thought for a second, "Hey remember that one mission you were on when Urogi got too excited and blew all of the windows out of the building?"

CRASH

A plate went flying into the wall.

"I'm still paying the bill off for the damages!" he said growling and reaching for a vase.

"Now you're getting it! But hold back a teeny bit. You're still a demon, dude" you said, eyeing the dent in the wall.

"What are the fake humans for?" he said eyeing the mannequins.

You grabbed a bat off the wall. "Remember Douma at the last upper moon meeting?...or just him in general?"

The bat was out of your hands in seconds and smashing into the mannequins crotch.

"Yeah!" you said hyping him up and giggling at the growing grin on his face.

"Are you not gonna keep smashing?" he asked.

You usually solved your anger issues pretty easily, but you figured you could find something in this world to be mad at and shrugged.

You threw a mug into the air and hit it with a bat. "I hate parallel parking!"

Then, you sent a plate into a wall "I hate meetings that could be e-mails!"

Sekido's smile only grew wider at your display of anger as he continued his assault on the mannequins and you thought you heard a "Karaku" in his rambling somewhere.

"Ouch!" you stopped after a flyaway chip of ceramic somehow made it past your face shield and nicked your cheek.

Sekido dropped everything immediately and made his way over to you. "What? What happened?!"

"Eh. I'm guess I'm still klutzy enough to get hurt through a shield" you said going to touch the cut on your cheek.

"Don't touch it! Let me see." he said, as he held your face gently and looked you over before kissing the cut and turning away, "You'll be okay. Put some of that human ointment on so it doesn't leave a scar. Let's go home before you hurt anything else."

"Aww, Seki, you-"

"I said let's go home!" he said , storming out and hiding his face.

#demon slayer #hantengu clones #sekido x reader

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Hi I really enjoyed reading your post about describing natsu and Lucy appearance , and I was wondering , how would you describe them in personality wise ?

I really enjoyed reading your stories , you always make the characters so in character and I love that

and I was wondering in personality wise how would you describe/analysis them?

thank you! i'm glad you enjoyed my writing :] and in line with my writing, this sorta got away from me. it's like 2000 words. that's insane that's way too long for a character analysis, but i do have a lot to say!

personality is a little more complex than appearance (hence why it took me longer to reply to this ask. sorry!) in that you have to dig a little deeper than just looking at the character. it takes a bit more digging and going just beyond the surface. people are going to have different interpretations because personality isn't something that is so cut and dry. they're fluid and they change at different times and situations. just in general, some people are going to perceive character's in different ways. that being said i think some people fall victim when writing natsu of "writing fan fiction of fan fiction" rather than pulling from his actual traits.

this is just the way i interpret their personalities. you're free to disagree, or free to steal my ideas and insert them into your own headcanons or fan fiction. i do not mind.

if you've read a lot of nalu fan fiction (which i have), you'll probably notice that a good portion of it is written from lucy's pov and that's because in general, she is easier to write and grasp. lucy wears her heart on her sleeve which makes it easy to know what she's thinking and feeling, and therefore interpret her personality.

to pick a few adjectives to describe lucy would be; kind, intelligent and passionate.

lucy is really defined by her kindness. she is forgiving almost to a fault and she loves with all of her being. she couldn't hold a grudge against anyone to save her life. she really tries to see the best in everyone and give people the benefit of the doubt. that unwavering kindness and forgiveness is more likely to be shown to people who do wrong to her than to those who do wrong to her friends. her friends, her family, her spirits are always going to be her number one priority and she will defend them with her life if she has to. she's been through a lot, she knows she's tough, she knows that she can handle a hit or two (both physically and emotionally), but she never ever wants to see her friends hurt or brought down.

of the cast, i would say lucy is one of, if not probably the most intelligent of the bunch, barring levy and freed. though it isn't stated explicitly, i would say lucy is probably one of the only characters who has had a formal education and most likely was given the best of the best when it came to schools/tutors. despite this, lucy never sees herself as "better" than anyone else, nor does she look down on people who don't know the things that she does. like everything with lucy, it comes right back around to the fact that she is just incredibly kind and caring. she's the type of person who is more likely to help someone understand something rather than to get frustrated or belittle them for not knowing, no matter how "obvious" the knowledge may be. she's smart, but she's book smart. though she does grow to become more street smart over time, her sheltered childhood and lack of real life experiences made her pretty naive and overly trusting at the start of the series. i'd say phantom lord is the first big change, and by gmg she's got a pretty good grasp on things that are considered common sense. i'd honestly hazard to say that she doesn't really fully adjust to not being sheltered until post-tartaros where she really is on her own for the very first time since she ran away from home.

like her kindness, i do think lucy is also defined by her passion. she’s very feeling about a lot of things; her friends, her spirits, her writing, her ambitions. she’s a real go getter, she knows what she wants and there are very few things that can stop her from getting it because she has so much drive behind her. this also makes her kind of stubborn. i think the loke arc is a really good example of this; she stands her ground, she literally puts her life on the line for justice and for loke’s life.

lucy is pretty aesthetically driven. she knows she’s pretty and she holds a lot of confidence in her appearance, almost to the point of being a bit vain about it. she likes to dress cute and put time into her hair and her makeup. her appearance often gets knocked down for a punchline but i don’t think that ever causes her confidence to waver, but she definitely puts less emphasis on her appearance as time goes on. i would probably attribute that change not to her valuing her appearance less, but more to the growing confidence in her capabilities; she no longer feels like her appearance is the only thing that she can fall back on.

i think those are the core elements to lucy—the fundamental things that you really have to keep in otherwise it’s not really lucy. if you are taking away her kindness, her love, her passion, her smarts, you’re doing a total disservice to her character because that’s the foundation of who she is as a person. anything else i can sort of understand taking or leaving it.

i’ve seen a lot of other writers express their struggle with writing natsu, and i definitely understand where that sentiment comes from. lucy wears her heart on her sleeve but natsu is not so open with his thoughts and his feelings. he’s blunt but that doesn’t equate to wearing his heart on his sleeve. we don’t ever really get to know what’s going on inside his brain. i don’t even think lucy, as well as she knows and understands him, fully knows what he’s thinking and feeling at any given moment. i think because of this, it’s easy to fall in the traps of flanderising him and turning him into this one-dimensional character where he’s this loud, obnoxious, stupid, adhd stereotype. i don’t think that truly captures who he is as a character. he’s someone you need to read between the lines to understand and go a little deeper than what we’re shown on the surface level. that being said, the nature of “reading between the lines” means that people are going to have different thoughts about his character, but after being a fairy tail fan for 9 years, looking at source material, reading interviews, reading fanfiction, writing 200k+ words of my own fanfiction, i do think i have a pretty solid grasp on natsu as a character, and this is how i interpret him.

if you only take away one thing from this fucking essay of a character analysis, please let it be this:

natsu dragneel is defined by his good, kind and loving heart!!! natsu dragneel was created to destroy but he consistently chooses to be good and kind, even when it is not the easiest option. he has no room for hate in his heart, he is filled with overwhelming compassion for those around him. yes, he is a demon who was created to kill, yes, he does things that could be considered morally grey sometimes, but i think that only drives my point home. ie chooses to be good against all odds and i think it’s weird when people turn him into this rude, mean, evil bad boy/playboy type, because that’s not who he is at all. he’s loyal, he’s protective, he’s a good person. he’s not quite as forgiving as lucy, he can still hold a grudge if he wants to, but he’s still easy to forgive when he's been wronged. like lucy, he’s more likely to feel negative feelings towards someone who hurts his friends over someone who hurts him, but he’s still quick to forgive when he’s offered an apology because i think he thinks that it is a waste of his time and energy to hold a grudge against someone.

i think the reason why it’s so hard for people to get a grasp on natsu is because even though he doesn’t intentionally hide the way he’s thinking or feeling, but he’s not one to talk about his feelings unprompted. it sort of requires a level of emotional maturity that he doesn’t quite have because he was, you know, raised by a dragon, and then when he was brought in by makarov, he still never really was able to develop it because he never had someone who he could really be open with his feelings about. the closest he got was lisanna, but even still, when they became friends, he was still a moody, angsty boy grieving the loss of his father and wasn’t open to talking about his feelings. he certainly couldn’t talk to someone like erza or gray about it either, because they were also traumatised, emotionally stunted children. because lucy came into his life at a time where he was a little more open to addressing his feelings, and she is someone who already had that openness and emotional maturity, he is able to gradually become more comfortable with talking about his feelings, but it’s still not a lot. by the end of tartaros he’s still not comfortable enough telling lucy to her face why he’s leaving and when he comes back, he doesn’t want to talk about it because it’s too heavy and uncomfortable. he’s more willing to talk about stuff like friendship and forgiveness and good feelings like that, but when it comes to the things that make him uncomfortable, especially when it comes to the fact that he hurt lucy, it’s harder for him to talk about, because he would just rather ignore his bad feelings, but talking about it is the opposite of that—talking about it makes it real in a way that he can’t avoid. talking about it makes those feelings exist in a space outside of his head. the fact that he is not open and doesn’t talk about his feelings very often doesn’t mean he doesn’t have them, and yes, this applies to romance and sex too.

i think the idea that natsu is “dense” is more of a front that he puts up rather than him genuinely being stupid. of course he knows what sex is, he was raised in the fairy tail guild hall, but he knows that he can get away with things if he just pretends that he has no clue. he can be a peeping tom, he can grab lucy’s boobs, he can do perverted stuff and then just pretend he doesn’t know any better. it’s not because he’s uninterested, he literally is just taking advantage of the benefit of the doubt and the way he’s perceived. he’s not dumb, he’s smart in his own ways, and he uses the way he’s perceived as dumb and dense to his advantage.

that sort of leads me to the thing that i know myself and a lot of others have issue with in hyq canon and that is the dumbification of natsu. we have seen that, even though he is not traditionally book smart, his smarts manifest in other ways. he’s got a strategic mind which he uses to his advantage in fights. he can spot weaknesses and figure out how to use them to his advantage and even on occasion, he can simply just outwit his opponents. even though his first instinct and preference is just to pummel down his opponent and solve his problems with his fists, he can and does think things through. i’m almost willing to believe he’s being “stupid” on purpose in hyq. i think that he would say shit like what’s a library just to get on lucy’s nerves because he thinks it’s funny. yes, he knows what a library is, he’s been in one, lucy is literally a published author. it makes more sense that natsu is just fucking around than him genuinely being an idiot. that fits in line with my big overarching rule with natsu: don’t take everything he says at face value.

i probably have more to say, but this is genuinely getting way too long and i think i hit the main points i think are important, but i know this only really scratches the surface. people are weird and complex and their personalities are always changing based on time, place, situation, etc. i know there’s some stuff that i left out but i don’t think anyone would read any more than the giant essay i’ve already written lol. i hope this is sufficient!

#mya's mumbles #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #long post #sorry i am incapable of being succinct

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Amanece Cantakrona and Sondegarnr "Garner" Darai (@aubadeempress - Congrats on having the longest submission btw <3)

Amanece and Garner are demigods called "Discordant Lords" in their story universe. These beings gain power from the belief of people in them by having pieces of the last god of the previous world. They represent the domains of Time and Space respectively. Amanece is an impulsive person, but she opens her heart and wears it on her sleeve most of the time. She feels so deeply and this reflects in her resolve (and sometimes reckless action) to help people. Garner is intimidating and foreboding, but he is more careful and serene. He's careful about his emotions and letting people too close. Despite this, he cares greatly for people.

Their initial relationship starts out as two Lords who see each other with cautious enmity-neutrality, unsure of the other's intentions. Amanece at first knows Garner as the supposed terrifying and harsh 'Beast of Dirimvald' while Garner knows Amanece as a daughter of the House of Cantakrona (a family clan with three Lords incl. Amanece that has no obligation to any country or land). They gradually grow closer through their clashes and meetings until they realize and decide to work together on their goals. This partnership is a friendship at the same time. They grow a greater bond and help each other through their personal struggles. Amanece tends to fall into despair with the weight of her past, and if hit with a loss or failure her questions her capability. Garner meanwhile numbs his emotions to force himself to move forward to future goals, but never gives himself time to rest nor enjoy. They help the other find balance. Amanece helps Garner realize it is fine to grieve and process, and let himself feel, look at his past now and again, and enjoy the fruits of his labor. Garner helps Amanece see that failure doesn't define her, that she's made it so far and that while she can't change what happened in the past, she can change things now. Together, they leave the burden of the past and the future, to live in the present. (Of course, while falling in love with each other and making a home of their own)

Silly TL;DR (Enemies -> Acquaintances -> Partners/Friends -> Lovers)

✦ They balance each other out both in motif and relationship!

They're Time/Space, Sun/Moon, Past/Future, Wine Red/Midnight Blue(this last one is more visible if Garner has his coat admittedly). Amanece is the open and loud Pomeranian to Garner's gentle and peaceful Bernese Mountain Dog.

They complement and support each other. They watch out for each other in battle and divide tasks for their little home.

✦ I mean, damn, they've already got a son. (sort of)

Kinzerthelt is Amanece's young charge who she is tasked with protecting from a prayer she received. Garner is Kinzerthelt's actual biological dad, but has no idea (until it's revealed in part of the story), but he starts being a dad anyways even before him and Amanece resolve to work together. (spoiler but they also end up adopting another son, too, whoops)

✦ A solidly warm couple that goes against the odds to be together

They're the kind of couple who goes to get mani-pedis together and have nice pretty baths with flowers and scents and stuff. They also are totally the kind to be sparring one moment before attacking the other with smooches and hugs (Garner will crush Amanece with his bear hugs, please send your condolences). They also are the kind to /accidentally/ adopt children. Unfortunately, they can't have a peaceful life of domestic bliss, found family, and spa dates all the time, they have to face off against imperial powers, other Discordant Lords, and the fact that they're reincarnations--

✦ Reincarnated Lovers

--Remember when I mentioned a 'previous world'? Well, they're reincarnations of people from that said world. Garner was a scientifically-enhanced government operative while Amanece was a university graduate who ran from home during the apocalypse (caused by the death of the last god). They have a whole apocalyptic bonding time with Caelum (past Garner) promising to escort Amanece out of the city, but they die in their journey before being able to confess their feelings for each other. Unfortunately, they reincarnated differently with Garner able to have at least somewhat of a clean slate before his memories returned, while Amanece was imperfectly reincarnated with parts of her identity intact. Garner ends up wanting nothing to do with his past, seeing as he was a terrible person and associates this past as a reason for why his parents in the new world are taken from him. Amanece meanwhile wants to see the man in her memories, hoping that maybe she could finally confess her feelings. Problem? Neither of them know the other is their pair until later. Angst ensues! But on a more serious note, it adds another dynamic layer to their relationship and personal struggles with past/future.

✦ Some cool things to consider:

+ Amanece and Garner are based on/coded Filipino and Indian respectively. Though, the story world they're in doesn't use these real world identities. These inspirations do sometimes show in the story. (ie. fashion example: Amanece wears clothing inspired by Barong Tagalog and Maria Clara, Garner wears clothing inspired by jama (unfortunately could not prepare this version of his design in time for the competition qvq)) (Amanece and Garner will sometimes cook for each other, Amanece is kind of addicted to Garner's dum aloo and he likes snacking on the kutsinta she makes from time to time.)

+ Amanece and Garner are both bisexual.

+ Amanece is canonically chubby.

+ They'll hopefully have a story shown in some form in the future.. maybe a comic, a novel, or a visual novel? qvq may time be kind.

Jo and Leah (@tarraxahum)

They are a power couple of equally badass underground fighters. They are a butch-femme lesbian couple. They are joined at the hip whenever they are able to be. They are annoying the hell out of all their friends by being That One Couple that all but finishes each other's sentences. Leah will absolutely bite your face off if you cross her or ESPECIALLY Jo, but also Jo is the only one who can calm her down instantly (most of the time). Jo is calm and collected but also you don't want to know that he'll do to you if you touch Leah outside of the fighting ring. They've known each other for 14 years and been together for 10. They're not married but they are. They are on the run from something none of them talks about. They're the only ones who know how traumatized the other actually is (except for Jo's sister, maybe). Their friends joke that they once killed a man and helped each other bury the body. They smirk, but never ever deny it. Everyone collectively tries not to think what that could mean.

Because who doesn't love a perfect mix of badass and dangerous with sweet and devoted. Because butch-femme couples rule. Because couples who beat people up together stay together. Because the romance isn't dead - they reinvented it. Because they are annoying in how attuned to each other they are and what could be more annoying than winning a shipping poll. Because 'mechanic x aspiring tattoo artist' sounds like your next hype trope. Because eventually the plot of the comic they are in will reach their backstory and it will be both angsty and cathartic so y'all should totally hop on board. BECAUSE I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH.

The winner of this poll will get to skip Round Two

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meteor-shots · 2 years

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kunsel ddemands answers to that shipping meme, gimme all the ones that apply

@vctlan || meme response

1. Who makes the first move and how?

Neither one of them do. It just sort of happens over time. Maybe neither one of them really even acknowledges they have more than just the average friendship, but they definitely both feel that way. I think if anyone were to acknowledge it, it would be Zack, but I also don't feel like he has the terminology to define their relationship. Either way, he's content to call it a super close friendship and leave it at that.

2. Who is the most insecure and what makes them feel better?

They're generally both pretty secure people for the most part. They definitely go back and forth with who is more insecure. Zack's vulnerability grows during their friendship, thanks to everything going on with Angeal and Genesis and Sephiroth, but Kunsel is always there to reassure him. Kunsel always knows exactly how to cheer Zack up when he needs it. I like to think Zack is also good at distracting Kunsel when he needs a break!

5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

They both say it regularly. It was probably Zack who said it first, though. How entirely sincere they are when they say it is up to interpretation.

7. What do they get up to on a night out?

SHENANIGANS. Kunsel is an enabler of the WORST kind, and Zack will do just about anything if it sounds fun. They've been kicked out of several bars, and not for not being old enough to drink. (SOLDIERs get certain perks. Also, what is the legal drinking age in Midgar? Maybe they are old enough to drink.)

9. What is the most embarrassing thing they have done in front of each other?

What haven't they done? What are they even embarrassed about? One time Kunsel emailed Zack the entire script of the bee movie and Zack threw his PHS out the window in response, that was kind of embarrassing because then he had to explain to HQ why he needed a new one.

11. What do they hide from one another?

Kunsel is a pretty secretive guy, but he opens up to Zack about a lot of things. Not everything, though. Even I don't know what Kunsel hides. Zack, on the other hand, wears his heart on his sleeve -- when they first meet. After a while, though, he gets better at hiding what he's really feeling. He feels the need to stuff away his insecurities about Angeal and Shinra most of the time, but even those are things he'd admit to Kunsel, if it came to it.

12. What first changes when it starts getting serious?

They send more "Bro...I love you, Bro" memes to each other than they did before.

14. When one has a cold, what does the other do?

Kunsel would come over and babysit Zack as much as he could until Zack got better, including smuggling contraband watermelons into Zack's apartment to cheer him up. Zack would try to do the same for Kunsel, but he's a lot less good at it.

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?

Kunsel picks out a sappy love story. Zack picks out an insipid action flick. Kunsel wins because he says Zack picked last time, and Zack doesn't think that's true, but he can't remember for sure so he just goes with it most of the time.

16. When the zombie apocalypse comes, how do they cope together?

Seeing who can kill more zombies, obvs.

17. When they find a time machine, where do they go?

Do NOT give Zack and Kunsel a time machine.

18. When they fight, how do they make up?

Zack buys candy and ice cream and maybe a pizza? A stuffed bear that has a heart that says "Shit, Bitch, You Is Fine," perhaps? Kunsel actually uses his words and apologizes, if he realizes he's in the wrong. If he thinks Zack is mad at him for realsies, though, he isn't above using Aerith or Cloud to deliver messages, since Zack would be hard pressed to be angry at his other favorite people, even if they were working for Kunsel.

19. Where do they go on their first date?

An active warzone.

20. Where do they go on holiday?

Costa Del Sol to meet the parents. This is me showing off how much I remember about Kunsel's backstory. (Not a lot, but SOME!)

21. Where do they get nervous about going with one another?

I can't think of any place they'd be nervous about going with one another. Maybe Zack would be a little nervous introducing Kunsel to Aerith, but only because he really wants them to get along! Less so with Cloud, except he'd just assume Cloud and Kunsel would get along. I'm not sure why I think that, but I do.

23. Where is their favourite place to be together?

Any place where they're causing mischief together. Out on a helipad, trying to strap a SOLDIER sword a helicopter blade? Check. Leaning out of helicopter, snapping pics of each other barely hanging on? Check. Standing on top of a dead (?) behemoth, chanting about how they're the best? Double check.

25. Why do they fight?

Because one time, Zack came back to Midgar after being a science experiment for four years to look for Cloud, and he called up Kunsel to help him, and then he went to go find Aerith and a Turk saw him (was it Tseng? I forget. Probably Tseng.) because he's dumb, and Kunsel was pretty pissed about that.

26. Why do they need to have a serious chat?

Because Zack has some serious trauma and should talk to his emotional support stalker about it!

27. Why do their friends get annoyed with them?

Because they're the most awful human beings on earth when put together. They are teenage boys with super powers, and they are going to see how many rubber bands they can get around a watermelon before it explodes and thereby get watermelons banned for everyone from the Shinra Building.

28. Why do they get jealous?

Because Zack is friends with everyone, pretty much, and sometimes, Kunsel wishes he wasn't. Because Kunsel seems to know everything about everyone, and Zack doesn't know shit about anything!

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

Because when Zack breaks out of the lab, he contacts Kunsel, and Kunsel is able to warn him away from coming back to Midgar and instead, gets him to hide out somewhere until Shinra decides they don't care that much about getting rid of him, and Cloud gets better on his own, and everyone lives happily ever after, and Kunsel and Zack and BFFs 5evr and no one gets brutally murdered.

#vctlan #;meme response #holy shit this took forever to fill out #it's 3 pm and i forgot to eat today #oh well #who needs food!!!

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httpiastri · 8 months

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dating oscar would include... ᰔᩚ

!! this contains 18+ mentions, they're few and subtle but minors dni !!

sleepy mornings

i think that mornings with oscar would be one of the best parts of your day every day, no matter if you're a morning or night person. when you get pulled slowly from your slumber to find yourself resting on his chest, your heart flutters at the sight in front of you. oscar's soft, tired eyes blinking down at you; his hair tousled from a good night's sleep; the sweet smile adorning his features. he pulls you closer, his arm around your waist squeezing you tightly, his lips meeting the top of your head to tell you "good morning".

his fingers draw hearts onto your skin as you exchange whispers about your dreamworld visits. it's easy to fall even more for oscar in these peaceful moments, where the outside world is nothing but a distant hum. here and now, it's just the two of you, wrapped in a cocoon of cool sheets and warm love. nothing else matters when you’re in his arms.

crying together

life isn't always a fairy tale, even when you're in a relationship with such a wonderful man, and there are times when the tears are inevitable. oscar understands this, and when the world gets too rough, he's your anchor.

although oscar often is reserved with his emotions, he wears his heart on his sleeve when it comes to you. he might bottle up his own feelings, acting like he doesn't care about crashing or losing out on podiums and points. but you see through his facade – just like he can see right through yours, too.

one of the times that when he isn't able to hide his feelings is when you are sad. when you cry in his arms, he has one of two modes; either, he does his best to comfort you, stay calm and strong for you so you can have a shoulder to sob on through your hard times; or, he cries with you. he won't bawl his eyes out, but the sympathy and empathy would easily get overwhelming, making him shed a few tears when seeing you cry. it goes both ways – in the few times he does let his guard down and cries in front of you, you can't help but to join in, either.

in those moments, you both find strength in your vulnerability. you find solace in knowing that you're not alone in your struggles, that even when you have lost everything, you still have each other. you emerge from your shared tears as stronger people, more connected than ever – because it's not just the joyful moments that define your love, but also the ones where you lean on each other through hard times.

going on adventures before the race weekend

some drivers like to arrive to the track on media day, savoring every last second of freedom before racing starts again. however, oscar prefers to arrive early to get adjusted to the climate, culture, time zone and such. being several days early can get boring at times, so you always make sure to keep the two of you busy.

whenever he is free of obligations, you jump at the chance to have an adventure. where other people see time for rest and chilling in bed, you see opportunities for fun times far away from the paddock and the stress.

in melbourne, he drove you around his hometown, showing you all of the places he used to go when he was younger and telling you childhood stories. in miami, the two of you found a beautiful, private beach during the daytime, and then came back for some skinny dipping at night. and before the zandvoort weekend, the two of you embarked on a quest to find the best stroopwafel in the province.

it's these moments that keep him grounded and relaxed on race weeks; they're reminders of the life that exists outside of the race track and the sim, and they make each race weekend more meaningful. he knows that when he crosses the finish line, you'll be waiting with open arms to bring him back to the other world.

being gentle

even as you stumble through your dark living room after a night out, lips locked and hands roaming the other's bodies, oscar is gentle. even when you're both lost in a passionate kiss, he makes sure to protect you from the sharp corners of tables in the room, holding you close so you don't trip over the random discarded clothes of your bedroom floor. he takes no unnecessary risks, even when you're both needy and rushed.

even as you're in the middle of a fight, with emotions everywhere and cursewords slipping out of your mouths every once in a while, oscar is gentle. he would never ever think of laying a finger on you, not even in the most heated of moments. he would try his best to keep his voice calm, not wanting to scare or hurt you more than the fight already is. and even if you went to bed without having resolved the fight, he would make sure to give your forehead a kiss goodnight and hold you until you both fell asleep if you allowed him.

even with your hands tied up above your head, with his body hovering over you and his teeth nibbling your neck, oscar is so gentle. he's always careful and he treats you like you're as fragile as glass, never wanting to hurt you. his touch is gentle; his hands squeezing your sides are never too rough, his thrusts are deep but never painful, and his voice rough but speaking such sweet words.

oscar's gentleness is a constant in your relationship. he knows the power of a soft touch, a tender word, and his gentle heart. oscar is a reminder that love doesn't need to be loud to be powerful.

him making you feel so loved

it's easy to feel insecure in the world we live in. edited photos that pose as reality, perfect models acting like they're not giving up all meals to fit into their dresses, skincare ads that make it seem like your skin is supposed to be completely free of spots every single day – living in 2023 is hard. but, it's easier when you have such a loving and attentive boyfriend as oscar.

when he sees you turning and staring at yourself in the mirror for a bit too long, he strolls up to your side, letting his arms drape around you and embracing you from behind. he presses quick kisses to your cheek, whispering sweet nothings and reminding you of how pretty you are. when he turns you around, takes your hands in his and gazes into your eyes, it's hard to stop your heart from swelling at the completely lovestruck expression on his face. in his mind, you're perfect the way you are, and he doesn't mind reminding you.

being with oscar means feeling cherished, adored, loved, because he will always do his best to let you know how much you mean to him. it translates into him leaving traces of kisses along your body, his lips meeting all of your insecurities and letting you know how they're perfectly normal and perfectly gorgeous. it's keeping you by his side at all times when you're out at events or functions, not allowing you to forget for even a moment how much he loves you. and it's constant affirmations, never going a day without confirming to you that you're still the most beautiful person he knows of.

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author's note: really bad writer's block recently, i apologize. hope everyone has a lovely day. <3

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extenebrisadastra · 2 years

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OFMD colour interpretation

Everyone's talking about colour meanings in Our Flag Means Death and I have my own two cents to give too.

So imo, there's 3 colours that are really of importance to the relationship of Blackbonnet, and we can see them all together in Blackbeard's final flag:

White, black and red. I noticed that these colours keep showing up in important moments that are defining to Stede's and Ed's relationship. Of course there's the "default" colour of each of these men that show us how they start off.

White and lighter shades in general are Stede's colour. They symbolise his naïveté and innocence that he displays and lives by to a fault. It's most plainly used when he visits the republic of pirates in an extravagant snow-white costume. He's the odd man out in this place that he tries to belong to, and he doesn't even realise how out of place he is nor how big of a danger his surroundings really are to him. Over the whole episode, he keeps running into trouble and almost gets himself killed or bought various times. He also makes Lucius wear the same ridiculous costume when he drags him around the town with him, but unlike Stede he is very incomfortable in it because he's more in touch with reality and gets splattered with blood not one but two times during their trip.

Black and darker shades are Ed's / Blackbeard's colours. They symbolise emotional isolation and stagnation, an unwillingness or incapability to cope with pain. Ed's clad in nothing but black in the beginning before he begins to let Stede rub off on him and accepts a few spots of colour here and there. He only banishes the colours again in the end when he can't take the pain of Stede leaving anymore and decides to go back to his former self, trying to make himself believe that everything colourful in between didn't happen and can't hurt him.

So white and black both represent the traits that drive Stede and Ed when they're not with each other, and furthermore the things that they each have to overcome to be together.

Even though Ed is often seen in the dark in his first an last episode, there's always a source of light somewhere. In the beginning he looks out at the sunbeams from his dark cabin, as if he is watching something beautiful that's out of his reach yet.

In the end, he withdraws completely into the shadows and veils every window of the ship with curtains to keep the sunbeams out. Stede was his light, and now every reminder of that hurts.

Stede's world, on the contrary, gets lighter when he realises his love for Ed, and this time it's no ridiculous over-the-top snow-white but a warm shade of light that accompanies him when he rows out to find the love of his life again.

Their kiss scene is special in that both men are rid of their default colour in it, Ed shed his jet-black leather and Stede no longer wears pretentious shiny costumes. They both sit at the shore and face the soft natural light together, and it seems in this moment that they can both let go of the things that haunted them and begin something new together.

Red is a colour that neither of them really wears, but it's even more meaningful when it makes an appearance. During the whole show, red serves as a colour of the most dangerous things, everything that you fear and that can make you bleed. Examples for this are Spanish Jackie, Stede's nightmare visions, Mary's widow friend, the Spaniard that stabs Stede, as well as the scarf of the priest at Stede's and Mary's wedding.

While red's negative side is fear, there's another side to it, and that is vulnerability - something that is scary no doubt, but necessary when you want to find love. This positive side of red is depicted by Lucius who always has something red about him. He isn't afraid of being vulnerable because he knows how and whom he loves, and knows who he is. He carries his heart on his sleeve and does so without fear or undue carelessness.

Red is necessary for both Ed and Stede to trust things to work out in the end, and Lucius as a sort of personification of that acts as a messenger between them. He supports Stede even on his dangerous ventures and is there for him when Ed almost leaves with Calico Jack, he helps Ed to realise his feelings towards Stede and he tries to comfort him when he turns into a crying mess after Stede is gone. This is also why Lucius has to go once Ed turns bitter and banishes everything that makes him vulnerable and has the potential to hurt him - Lucius knows what Ed feels for Stede, and he has the talent to strike a nerve that Ed would rather ignore now.

Red, of course, is also the piece of silk that represents Ed's shielded heart as he hides the fabric from the world until one man comes into his life who wants to share it with him. Ed doesn't hand it over easily, but when Stede takes it gently out of his hands after the party, just to place it back on Ed with loving care, he feels for the first time that vulnerability doesn't have to mean pain.

The last important appearance of the colour red in Blackbonnet scenes is the robe that Stede wears when he begins to let Ed into his heart. The garment is not fully red yet - it's more of a pink or fuchsia tone that occurs when Stede's naive world is first speckled with splashes of colour. Red mixes into his white as trust grows, and we can see him begin to turn into something more real and heartfelt in the company of Ed. Sadly this robe also works the other way. After Ed gets a glance at happiness with the man that he loves, he loses him again and his first instinct is to hide in the same robe that Stede wore. Now, however, it portrays the regression that Ed's emotions go through. His dreams were crushed and his openness made him bleed, so when he gets worse and worse he decides to keep himself alive the only way he ever knew - by accepting the darkness back into his life, and shying away from the light that seems out of reach once again.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd colour theory #blackbonnet #stede bonnet #edward teach #blackbeard #it's absolutely ridiculous that I came up with this instead of writing fic #I've been awake all night thinking about this #bonus points for noticing that lighthouses are red and white #ofmd spoilers

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quokkacore · 3 years

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can you dig it? (m) [kim doyoung & kim jungwoo]

summary: post concert highs can be a real bummer, and tonight, after a particularly intense performance, your boyfriends help you come down.

pairing: kim doyoung x kim jungwoo x fem!reader

genre: poly!au, 70s!au, band!au, smut, fluff

warnings: drug usage (weed specifically), mentions of other substances (lsd and cocaine), shotgunning, established poly relationship, soft dom jungwoo, mentioned switch jungwoo, hard dom doyoung, sub reader, high sex, sex on a water bed!!, unprotected sex, spit kink, they're all so sweaty help, mxm, degradation kink, praise kink, orgasm denial, overstimulation, minor possessiveness

song recs: don’t stop - fleetwood mac // unlock it (feat. kim petras & jay park) - charli xcx // love her madly - the doors // ziggy stardust - david bowie // rhiannon - fleetwood mac // eclipse - kim lip (loona) // flick of the wrist - queen

word count: 5.4k

a/n: this is for my best friend, who i love with all my heart,bc last month we were talking abt the dowoo photoshoot and she said smth about high sex with dowoo. happy birthday queen <3 thank u for listening to me complain abt writing all the time :’)

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Friday, July 22rd, 1977

The concert hall smelled like cocaine and sweat, you noted to yourself as the three of you joined hands to bow. Cheers from the crowd bounced off of the walls as you bid them your final goodbye, wishing them a good night and telling them to drive safe. Still, their chanting persisted. "Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel! Seoul Motel!"

You wondered vaguely if this was what it was like to be a young god.

The curtain lowered, and the three of you were ushered offstage, to take some pictures and then head back to the hotel, to try and get some rest before you were off to Philadelphia, some five or so hours from where you were now: Boston.

Truthfully, everything passed in a blur. It was almost always like this after these concerts. The thrill and euphoria of performing made it difficult to focus on things. That might have also been because Jungwoo had passed you a joint before the concert. You couldn't be completely sure.

Your tambourine and guitar seemingly disappeared, but you knew it would show up tomorrow for soundcheck when you got to the Philadelphia venue, right along with Jungwoo's bass guitar and Doyoung's drum kit.

What you did know was that here, in the car back to the hotel that your manager was driving, lecturing you and Jungwoo about the importance of being sober when talking to reporters, Doyoung had a hand on your thigh, and that was all you could focus on.

Doyoung was high too. You knew this because ten minutes before you were needed on stage he pulled you forward by the hips and told you to take a few hits from the hand rolled joint and blow the smoke into his mouth. Of course, he wasn't as high as you and Jungwoo were, and he knew how to hide it better. But if you were to get close enough you'd notice the redness rimming his eyes, the dilation of his pupils.

The three of you were something, that was for sure. You had been, probably ever since Jungwoo joined the band, some eight years ago, in the fall of '69. You only really defined what you were once you got your first big hit thanks to some disc jockey in LA playing a song you had written, Calabasas, on the radio back in '73.

The song had blown up, and suddenly the three of you were whisked into a whirlwind of celebrities, drugs, paparazzi and producers who thought the three of you were born yesterday. Yes, you were college kids that ran on booze and weed, but you weren’t complete morons. That was when the three of you sat down to properly discuss boundaries, what slid and what didn’t.

You and your boys decided that night that weren’t down with the idea of everyone knowing. Too many prying eyes. The public didn’t really know, because the press would have a damn field day.

Other than that, it was a pretty open secret. In the industry, who was going around with who didn’t really matter—a lot of them were too off their face to even care. You realized that a few years back when David Bowie walked in on you watching Jungwoo and Doyoung get it on in a bathroom at some afterparty in New York City, and closed the door muttering something about how strong the edibles were.

So, what your manager said fell on deaf ears. Too much weed, too much adrenaline, too much energy for someone who needed to head back onto the road in a few hours.

When you finally got back to the hotel, Jungwoo grabbed your hand in the elevator on the way up to your rooms, which were right next to each other. "You said that your bed was really big… can we come up?"

You nodded, leaning against his arm. Doyoung hummed affectionately at the sight, noting how tired you both were.

"You two are about five seconds from passing out," Doyoung mumbled, and you waved your hand in denial.

"Are not," you protested like a child.

"Y/N, don't be a chump. I'm pretty sure if Woo weren't next to you, you'd have fallen over."

You didn't have the energy to counter, and as the elevator slid open, you were the first one to march out, ready to just take a cold shower and die for the next few hours.

Realistically, you knew that wasn't what would happen. What would happen was that you would shower, get into bed and then toss and turn for another hour or so. Only then would the adrenaline truly wear off. The weed didn't help, making you feel sleepy.

You unlocked the door, and Doyoung and Jungwoo gawked at the sight—and size—of your bed. It could probably fit all three of you easily.

Since only one room would spark rumors, the manager usually booked two: one for Doyoung and Jungwoo and one for you. Your room always went unused. Usually, you would have to push Doyoung's and Jungwoo's beds together to make enough room, leaving an awkward and uncomfortable dip for the person in the middle. Whoever got the middle was handed the terrible double edged sword: cuddles galore, but a sore back in the morning.

Immediately Jungwoo jumped onto the bed, gasping and immediately laughed gleefully as the bed sloshed underneath him.

"A water bed!?" He exclaimed, splaying out his limbs. "Oh, far out. You really lucked out, dollface."

He kicked off his shoes and curled up in the middle, eyes fluttering shut. You followed, sitting at the side as you peeled off your white leather go-go boots. Throwing yourself down next to him, you sighed at the sensation of waves beneath you, and nodded. "Oh, this is ace," You murmured, "Feels great."

Peeling one eye open as Jungwoo wrapped his arm around you, your gaze landed on Doyoung, who was still leaning against the wall. You beckoned him over with a hand. "C'mere, princey."

He made sure that the air conditioner was working before sitting down on the other side of Jungwoo, for which you were grateful. The still drying sweat on the back of your neck and on your chest started to cool instantly. You and Jungwoo giggled as Doyoung’s weight sent waves rippling beneath you.

"So, are you guys gonna sleep or what?" Doyoung asked, kicking his shoes off as well and peeling off his denim jacket. His eyes were still wide open and he didn't look tired at all. "I'm probably staying up a little later, I have some ideas for some lyrics I want to get down—"

"I would love to sleep. But I can't," Jungwoo declared before glancing knowingly at the both of you, "and neither can either of you."

You hummed in agreement. "Hmm, you're not wrong. Too much energy left."

You turned to bury your face into his chest. His forest green short-sleeved button up was only buttoned up halfway, easily revealing his collarbones. He smelled like pot, sweat, and designer cologne. His chest rumbled as he continued to speak.

"What about you, bunny boy? You can't tell me you don't still feel it."

"The weed or the concert jitters?" Doyoung's voice was raspy, cautious. He had a feeling he knew where this conversation was going. Once you and Jungwoo ganged up on him, it wouldn't take long to wear him down.

"Both," You and Jungwoo said in unison. You laughed at the sound. Doyoung chuckled as well, and you cracked your eyes open, despite how cozy you felt with Jungwoo stroking the skin of your nape.

"Well, the jitters are still there. That's why I'm staying up. As for the weed… well, yeah. I still feel it."

Jungwoo sighed. "How's the weed hitting you, though?"

"Honestly?" Doyoung's eyes met yours, and you felt something simmer in your chest. He huffed, deciding to take a bite of the apple, and leaned towards the both of you.

"The weed, plus watching you two perform… Safe to say I'm pretty fuckin' horny right now."

You bit your lip, giving him a sleepy grin. "Oh, Woo, we turned him on." The teasing tone wasn't missed despite the sleepiness in your tone.

"And what about it?" Doyoung asked, leaning back on his hands. "You can't say that watching Jungwoo do the thing doesn't get you going."

"I have a thing?"

"We all have a thing, Woo. Princey's over there is at the end of Mr. Jones' Motorcycle. You know, when he finishes the solo? He always throws his head back, because there's sweat and hair in his eyes. You can see his neck and shit..."

Jungwoo blinked. "Shit, that is his thing… What's mine?"

You raised an eyebrow at Doyoung. "His is the thing where he gets so into it that he throws his head back and plays, and still manages to get every bass note right, right?"

Doyoung nodded with a satisfied hum. "Gets you going, right?"

You brought a hand up to Jungwoo's chest, slowly sliding it down his stomach. Your voice lowered to a raspy murmur, and Jungwoo's hand tightened around your waist. "Damn right it does."

"And plus, you both have told me that watching me put together the drum kit is hot."

"'Cause it is!" Again you laughed as Jungwoo said the same thing you did.

"Jungwoo." Doyoung's voice sounded thicker. "You can't tell me that Y/N isn't an absolute vixen on stage."

"You're right," The younger man answered, voice gruff. His hand slid down, gripping your butt and giving it a light squeeze, before directing his words at you. "Oh! Y/N, your thing is when—you know how every time you play the transition from Calabasas to Saturn’s Rings you sway your hips and flip your hair back and forth? Sometimes you’ll look at me or at Doyoung while you do, and you looked at me tonight. You're a little tease up there, dollface."

Your breath hitched at their words. “Oh, yeah?” You goaded, cuddling further into Jungwoo’s chest. You let a coy smile grace your face as your eyes fluttered shut. “What do you want me to do about it?”

“Don’t be a brat,” Doyoung growled.

“No, Doie,” Jungwoo hummed. He suddenly sounded a lot more awake. “...What would you have her do about it?”

Your eyes fluttered open, swallowing despite the sudden dryness in your throat. Doyoung's pupils were still blown wide, but you were pretty sure it wasn't because of the weed. He licked his lips. "Princess, get on your knees."

Jungwoo prompted you up, pulling you up to stand at the side of the bed. Doyoung circled around the bed, before standing next to Jungwoo. Your gaze fluttered between your two boyfriends, one looking stern, the other looking like he was having the time of his life.

Quietly, you lowered yourself to kneel on the plush carpet, fingers gripping the silver fabric of your dress' skirt to hike it up, so that you wouldn't kneel on it. Your hands itched to reach for them but you knew you needed to ask for permission. "Can I touch you?"

Doyoung smiled, reaching for his belt. "There's our good girl," He said. Your mouth was already watering embarrassingly as you helped him undo his belt, pulling him out of his boxers. He was already half hard, and as you lifted your hand to spit in it, someone grabbed you gently by the rest. Jungwoo leaned over, turning your hand to reveal your palm to him. His eyes seemed to burn into yours as he let his spit fall into the palm of your hand. You felt your legs close, thighs trying to rub together at the sight.

"Go on," Jungwoo murmured, using a hand on your jaw to move your head. Your eyes fell on Doyoung's cock again, slowly getting harder and harder. Your hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly as you met his smoldering gaze. You stroked him until he was rock hard in your grip, and his breathing turned heavy. Again, you swallowed, and Doyoung noticed this time.

“What is it, princess? You want it in your mouth?”

“Yes, please,” You whispered, eyes wide. He chuckled breathily, head tipping back as you ran your thumb over the slit. His eyes met Jungwoo’s, who was palming himself through his pants.

“What do you think, baby?” He asked him.

“Don’t be mean, Doyoung,” Jungwoo said softly. “Look at her, she’s desperate. Isn’t that right, Y/N?”

You whined, nodding. The pair chuckled. Jungwoo grinned at the state you were already in. “Go ahead, dollface. Give it a kiss.”

Before Doyoung could say anything else, you took his dick into your mouth, and let out a soft moan at how heavy he felt, hot and pulsing. He let out a guttural groan of your name, a hand burying itself in your hair. His other hand gripped Jungwoo’s shirt, pulling him forward to meet in a tongue-filled kiss.

Slowly, Doyoung’s hips started rocking back and forth, grinding into your mouth. Your hands stroked what you couldn’t fit, as well as his balls. Your eyes fluttered shut, trying to relax so as to not gag on his length. But when he sped up, it became too much to avoid.

A tap on your shoulder, and Doyoung let you off of his cock. You turned your head to look up at a very flushed Jungwoo, who had pulled his dick out of his pants as well. The words, “Me too?” tumbled out of his swollen lips. And with that gentle, breathy tone, who were you to disobey?

You wrapped your lips around Jungwoo, who hissed at the sudden heat of your mouth. From there, something primal inside of you took control, wanting nothing more than to please—you took turns sucking them off and stroking them, the muffled sounds of their moaning spurring you on.

It was always like this—during sex, Doyoung was the meaner one, manhandling you and throwing degrading words in your face that made your stomach curl in sick pleasure. He was the one who could put you in your place when you became too bratty to handle. Jungwoo was gentler, but he was all too content to watch Doyoung toss you around. He would always swoop in after Doyoung took you apart, and piece you back together. He’d tell you how good you were, how good you made the both of them feel, and while he definitely didn’t treat you like fragile porcelain, he definitely didn’t leave as many bruises as Doyoung did.

And then, when they were both done, they’d shower you in kisses, and whisper in your ear how grateful they were to love you, and say some philosophical thing about eternal love and the cosmos that you’d always be too fucked out to comprehend, but that made your heart do a backflip regardless.

“Shit,” Jungwoo groaned, pulling away from Doyoung’s lips. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

You pulled off of Doyoung to look up at Jungwoo. “In my—in my mouth, please, Woo.”

He nodded, licking his lips as his hands fisted themselves in your hair, gripping but not pulling as he allowed you to touch him the way you wanted. His hands gathered the loose strands into a makeshift ponytail, using it to guide your mouth up and down his hot cock. His hips bucked into your willing mouth, the sound of his hissing and his moaning getting louder and louder, until…

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Y/N… Y/N!" He groaned, as he came into your mouth. His head tipped back, which gave Doyoung access to his neck, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin. This sight was worth the bitter taste that coated your tongue: one of your lovers in ecstasy while the other anchored him to the ground.

He left his dick in your mouth for a moment, before pulling out with a shaky breath. Doyoung pulled away, letting him breathe. As Jungwoo caught his breath, Doyoung pulled you up, and he sat on the bed, bringing you down with him to straddle his lap.

You turned your head to face Jungwoo, who smiled at you, coming closer to the both of you. One of his hands patted the top of your head. "That was wicked," He said.

Doyoung smiled softly, and gripped your chin to get you to face him. His sweet grin didn't disappear as his grip forced your mouth open. He groaned at the sight of your tongue coated in Jungwoo's semen.

"Gorgeous," He mumbled, eyes trained on your lips as it began to spill out.

"Kiss her," Jungwoo told him, "You know you want to."

So he did, his tongue almost immediately slipping past your lips to get a taste of Jungwoo for himself, swallowing it down greedily. Your hands came up to unbutton his black dress shirt, and his hands pushed up the skirt of your dress to get you to rock your hips against his. You gasped against his mouth at the feeling of only your soaked panties separating him and you, before pushing the shirt off of him.

He moved to lie you down on the bed. As he pulled away from you, you caught his tongue slipping out to lick at a dribble of Jungwoo's cum on his lips. To make matters even worse, the bed was rolling beneath you, making your head spin.

Jungwoo pulled his shirt off before he sat down behind you. Meanwhile, Doyoung moved down your body, parting your legs. He prompted you to sit up, resting your back against his chest. He pressed a kiss to your earlobe as Doyoung peeled your underwear off of you, biting his lip at the sight of your drooling pussy.

"You're absolutely drenched, princess. And all from sucking our cocks, huh?"

You nodded, eyes fluttering shut as Jungwoo's lips began kissing along your jaw. When you didn't say anything, Jungwoo pinched your sides gently. "Use your words, doll," He whispered. From behind you, his eyes met Doyoung's. "You're gonna keep being our good little girl, right?"

"Y-yes, Jungwoo." Your hand lifted itself to press against his cheek, a silent plea for more kisses. He smiled against your skin.

"Atta girl," He praised, "On your best behavior for us tonight, huh?"

"The little slut's just being good because she wants to get fucked, Woo. Don't get it twisted."

"Please, Doie," You pleaded at the mention of being fucked, "Need it."

The older man chuckled lowly, pressing the pad of his thumb to your clit.

"Told you."

His tongue pressed itself against your hole, and you immediately cried out. You would have immediately started grinding against Doyoung's face if it weren't for Jungwoo's hands on your hips, holding you down and keeping it still.

"I don't think you wanna do that," He murmured. His hands travelled underneath your skirt, gripping the silvery blue gossamer as he tried to lift it up. You did your best to keep your squirming at a minimum as you tried to help him get you out of it. Finally, the bell sleeves were pulled off, and you were left naked as the day you were born.

Jungwoo’s hands moved to your breasts, playing with them as he watched you whimper at the sensation of Doyoung’s mouth working at your folds. When he slipped his tongue inside, you keened, head falling against Jungwoo’s shoulder.

“You’re so pretty like this,” He whispered.

Your chest heaved, squirming up and down as he began to tug and pinch your nipples, calloused fingertips making you cry out.

Doyoung’s free hand gripped your thigh, and his fingers on the other hand slipped inside when he pulled his tongue out. Immediately, he plunged in two fingers, curling his fingers as he attempted to search for that one special spot.

"Ngh, Doie, faster, pleasepleaseplease." Your legs were trembling slightly now.

"So fucking slutty," Doyoung mumbled, chuckling wickedly, "And all I had to do was stick my fingers inside."

He complied with no protest, and the sensation of Doyoung stroking your walls and Jungwoo continuously pawing at your breasts caused a string of moans to come pouring out of your mouth. Jungwoo had been sucking a bruise into your clavicle, but leaned up to press his lips against yours.

"Don't want anyone hearing what's meant for Doie and I," He said, lips brushing yours.

The idea made you even needier, the double entendre making your head spin. Jungwoo didn't want anyone to hear you because if they did, rumors would spread. And on top of that? He didn't want anyone to hear. You were theirs. They were yours. This was a sacred ritual between bodies meant to be witnessed by only the three of you.

Your head felt like you were floating, even though your limbs felt like they were sinking into the watery mattress. A coil began to tighten in your stomach, and your soft whines, muffled by Jungwoo's plush lips, increased in pitch.

They both knew what this meant, because a second later, Doyoung removed his fingers from your core, and Jungwoo pulled away, his hands moving from your breasts to rest on Doyoung's atop your hips. You were left reeling and breathing heavily, that familiar sensation floating away.

When you looked down at Doyoung, you swallowed at the sight of his lips, chin and fingers, all glistening with your wetness.

He lifted himself up off the mattress, and proceeded to sandwich your chest in between his own chest and Jungwoo’s back. He gripped his dick, rubbing it against your folds, which were now even more soaked than before.

"Tell me how much you want it, princess." He pressed his forehead against yours, hissing when the tip caught your clit. You let out a desperate whine, clinging to his broad shoulders.

"Do—Doyoung, please fuck me," You begged, reeling at the sensation. He was so close, all he had to do was slide in. But he refused.

"Not good enough," He insisted.

"Doyoung, don't be mean," Jungwoo said, but he seemed to be more amused by your desperation than anything.

"No, I wanna hear how much she needs us."

You closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths, trying to gather your words. Jungwoo's hands stroked your sides, trying to calm you down. "You doing alright, doll? You wanna take a breather?"

"We can always stop." Doyoung's voice had turned stable, secure, safe. He started pulling away, until you grabbed him by the forearm and shook your head. You opened your eyes, seeing concern in his eyes

“No,” You mumbled, “Jus’ want some water. Think there’s some in the minibar. ‘M really hot.”

Doyoung nodded, getting up and striding over to the small refrigerator on the other side of the room. He pulled out a water bottle, and popped open the cap before passing it to you. Jungwoo had taken to fanning your face lightly with his hand. You took several long swigs of water, before setting it on the nightstand.

“I’m fine,” You promised. “Can we please keep going? I can take it.”

Doyoung pressed a kiss to your temple. “Are you absolutely sure?”

“Yeah,” You said with a nod.

“Doyoung,” Jungwoo murmured, “Be careful.”

“I know, baby." He lowered his eyes to study your face. "I won’t go that hard on you, Y/N.”

You nodded, even though deep down you wanted to protest. You knew that this was probably the best route to take. You could already feel the high—from the weed and the concert—wearing off. You knew that if Doyoung were too rough you’d probably crash on the way down instead of float.

So, Jungwoo brushed some stray hair out of your sweaty face, and Doyoung grabbed your legs gently, wrapping them around his hips. Slowly, Doyoung eased in, and you sighed in satisfaction of finally being filled. He bit into your shoulder, taking deep heaving breaths as he let you get used to the sensation. Jungwoo took turns pressing kisses to the top of your head and the top of Doyoung’s head.

“I love you both so much,” He whispered, “I’m so grateful the universe brought us together.”

Doyoung looked up at him, pressing a kiss to his lips. “My baby,” He murmured against Jungwoo’s lips. He then turned to you and did the same, “My princess.”

You smiled at their words, but the need in your core was becoming unbearable. "Doie, Woo, I love you both so much," You murmured, "But Doyoung, if you don't move I'll pin you down and do it myself."

"And you were doing so well," Doyoung groaned with a laugh, before beginning to thrust his hips. It was a slow, torturous glide, and the way it caused the bed to rock left you dizzy in the best possible way. Doyoung was panting into your ear like some sort of beast, and you were whining softly with every cant of his hips.

"You must feel so good right now, huh, doll?"

"Jung—woo," You moaned, clawing at his bicep.

"I know, dolly, I know." He sounded sympathetic enough, but the way he was grinding his dick against your ass suggested otherwise. "Bunny boy is just so good with those hips of his, hm?"

"H-he is!" You cried, "Feel so full, ah, Doyoung!"

Doyoung's eyes met yours, and his hips picked up their pace, until your eyes rolled up into your head. Your head thrashed side to side, leaning against Jungwoo's shoulder. His mouth lowered once again to kiss at your neck, and your hand wrapped itself against his nape, while the other gripped Doyoung's shoulders.

Jungwoo's hands slithered down to where you and Doyoung were connected, and started rubbing at your clit. You shrieked, chest arching. Doyoung hissed. "Shit, do that again," He bit out, "Fuck, princess you just got so tight."

"D-Doie, harder!"

Doyoung looked up at Jungwoo, the two having an unspoken conversation. A second later, Jungwoo gave a cautious nod. Doyoung smiled, before he adjusted his legs. Then…

Then. He began pounding into you at a breakneck pace. Your legs tightened around him, wanting him even deeper than before.

"You love this, don't you? Our pretty little slut." His voice was tighter now, panting with exertion. You nodded.

"Yes, yes! I'm your slut!"

Doyoung grinned, before locking lips with you. His tongue dipped into your mouth, before letting you do the same to him. You could tell he was starting to feel something—he always kissed you or Jungwoo as a way of telling you he wouldn't last much longer.

Truthfully, you could feel it coming too—your body felt like it was on fire, and your hips couldn't stop squirming. Whether it was towards Jungwoo's calloused fingers on your clit, Doyoung's cock, or away from both, you couldn't tell. Your moans were getting shriller too.

You clenched down on his length again, and he grit his teeth, grunting as his pace turned sloppy.

"C-c'mon, princey," You pleaded, "Give it to me, give it…"

"Shit, yes…" His head lolled onto your shoulder. "Gonna stuff you so full, princess, you'll be dripping—"

"Please! Oh, please—"

The two of you fell apart almost at the same time, your orgasm triggering Doyoung's a second later. Your mouth fell open, legs trembling and heart pounding as waves crashed over and under you.

When you came down, Doyoung rolled off of you, turning onto his side to watch you and Jungwoo. Jungwoo, who ceased the movements of his hands and slowly laid you down. Your head landed against the pillows, and you let your eyes shut as you caught your breath.

"Can I take care of you one last time, doll?" You heard Jungwoo say. Your eyes opened blearily, and you reached a hand out towards him, legs parting of their own accord.

Both of your lovers groaned at the sight of your pussy, Doyoung's cum brimming from your folds.

"Absolute perfection," Jungwoo murmured, crawling between your legs. He gripped his dick with one hand, the other swiping through your folds, and you immediately whined at the sensitivity there, teetering the fine line between pleasure and pain.

"Please," You whimpered, "Woo, I want it."

"You're insatiable." He sounded so affectionate, so in love. You watched as his eyes studied his index and middle fingers, covered in a mix of Doyoung's cum and yours, before dipping them into his mouth to lick them clean. You sighed, a dopey smile gracing your features. He lowered himself down to brush noses with you, dark eyes blown wide, wide awake despite the dark circles underneath.

"Guess I'll just have to do something about that."

He slid in as if he was coming home, immediately setting a solid pace that had you seeing stars, arms wrapping around his shoulders to lock hands at his nape. The sensitivity left you pliant in his arms, and Jungwoo didn't hesitate in cradling you in his arms.

"So good for us, Y/N. Always Doie and I's sweet girl."

You nodded, tears brimming at your eyes at the heaviness in your chest, the pulsing in your core. His hair was falling into his eyes, and you lifted your hands to his face, doing your best to brush it away. Your hands cupped his cheeks, heavy eyes burning into his. Your hips were rutting against his desperately now, wanting nothing more than to feel that high with him.

Jungwoo pressed a brief kiss to your neck, feeling something simmer in his gut embarrassingly fast.

Doyoung placed his head next to yours, gently lifting Jungwoo's head to kiss him, hand brushing the other man's ass. When he pulled away, he kissed you as well, and Jungwoo's mouth pressed itself to one of your nipples. You keened against Doyoung's mouth, hips losing all semblance of grace.

Here, you were needy, animalistic, running on instincts, and your boys were drinking it up like water from a desert oasis.

Doyoung pulled away, a thin trail of spit connecting his lips to yours. His hands cradled your head.

"Can you feel it yet, princess?"

Your eyebrows furrowed, silent moans falling from your lips. "Ah, yeah, Doie… s-so close…"

"Me too," Jungwoo groaned between your breasts, "So wet, Y/N…"

"That's from all the cum she's filled with, right, princess?"

You nodded. "Mm—ngh! Stuffed me so good, Doie."

"Yeah? You gonna let Jungwoo fill you up even more? Gonna keep it all inside, right?"

Your stomach did a backflip, and you felt your toes curl. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, I want it—"

"I'll give it to you, doll," Jungwoo growled, "It's all—fuck—all yours. S-same way this is all for us, right?"

Those words were what caused you to finally fall over the edge. Your high was so intense that you could have sworn that your ears popped—clawing at Jungwoo’s shoulders, your eyes squeezed shut. Only one side ended up scratched, since you always kept your right hand nails short to properly play guitar. You sobbed against Doyoung’s lips, and he eagerly swallowed up your cries, shushing you gently as you came back down.

You didn't feel Jungwoo come inside, but you felt it immediately afterwards—the satisfying stickiness, the warmth in your stomach.

You looked at Jungwoo, pressing a soft kiss to his sweaty forehead before prompting him to move off. He wrapped his arm around you, pulling you towards him as his little spoon, peppering kisses to your cheek and whispering how good you were. The two of you looked at Doyoung. You reached out, making grabby hands at him. His eyes were drooping, and he was blinking blearily as if he were trying to fight off sleep.

Still, he got up and pulled his pack of cigarettes out of his shirt pocket, as well as his lighter. As he sat back down on the bed, the waves sent you and Jungwoo further and further into the recesses of slumber. As consciousness left you, you caught Doyoung looking down at the two of you as if you were the most precious beings he'd ever encountered. His tone was low and grumbly, but there was a glint of smug satisfaction in his eye.

"I hope you two are happy. I can't remember those goddamn lyrics anymore."

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